You gonna be the death a' me.

Love, life, and livelihood all hit the rocks in short order. And now I'm pickin' up the pieces--feels like I'm gettin' someone else's life by mistake. ((Independent 616 Gambit blog focused around his appearances in X-23 and his current solo run.))

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NEVER | NOT REALLY | MAYBE | NOT BAD | MMMMM | HELL YES | TAKE ME NOW | THERE GO MY PANTS

[darknightdaughter]

The moment he relaxed, Helena afforded a second to look back at him through her visor with a smirk. She wasn’t sure if he’d felt her laugh, but she’d put money on that being the case. And surprisingly enough, it didn’t end with a knife being pulled out. She’d count that one under rare occurrences with hitchhikers outside of New York. But none of that really mattered all too much as she pulled into a diner not far from her safehouse.  

[rememberpetite]

Remy had felt her chuckle through the leather jacket she wore, offering the girl a condescending look when she shot a glance back at him. His eyes fell on the diner, his stomach growling immediately in response. He pulled a hand off Helena's side and set it on his belly, attempting to quiet down the monster that'd been awoken at the thought of grabbing a bite. "A ride an' a meal? You're too kind."

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[darknightdaughter]

"Well it’s nice to meet you, Remy." Helena wasn’t unaware of the effort he was putting in to play it safe with his hands, and she appreciated it even if it didn’t entirely mean she’d let her guard down. Luckily, she was perfectly capable of doing that while gunning the engine and smoothly maneuvering her way back into traffic for the hour drive back into the city.

[rememberpetite]

Remy shifted backward with the acceleration of the bike, his grip tightening on her side. He couldn't help but inch in closer to Helena, his hair catching the wind and creating that "wind blown" look she had mentioned earlier. It wasn't until the freeway became city streets that he finally felt comfortable enough easing off her--it sure as hell wasn't one of his prouder moments he'd later admit. 

[diiamondback]

"You’ve been here for hours? Surely not waiting for me…if that’s the case I’m flattered, but I really must have that file so be a good boy and hand it over handsome." 

[rememberpetite]

"Now, see, dat does sound like it could be a good idea, but at da same time, I'm thinkin' I'm better off holdin' onto dis--never know when it might come in handy." He offers the other a wink, tucking the file under his arm. 

"And non, cherie--I been here fo' hours makin' sure dat my lil' intrusion will go unnoticed by even the most attentive a' guards."

[diiamondback]

"And here I went through the trouble of sneaking in through a window." 

[rememberpetite]

"Should've knocked--I been here for hours." Remy steps away from the desk, dusting his hands off. He scoops up the file he had come for, waving it back in forth. "Ya weren't here for dese, were ya?"

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Trust me, I’ve noticed alright. 

[rememberpetite]

Den I'd appreciate it if you were just a lil' more understandin'. 

*Remy digs in the back of the car, trying to find something he could use to get the old clunker moving again.*

[darknightdaughter]

"Helena." She glanced back at him, determined to at least get a name from him before she fired up the engine and headed back for the city. She’d save any questions about the accent for later. "And you?"

[rememberpetite]

"Pleasure's mine, Helena." He flashed a brief smile, setting his hands on her hips. Remy's hands rested softly on Helena's sides, trying to keep the contact as far away from menacing as possible. "Name's Remy--Remy Lebeau."

[darknightdaughter]

"No. You never know." He could be the worst thing she faced this week, but Helena figured she could use some excitement. All it meant was that she wouldn’t likely let her guard down. She nodded to the seat behind her as she pulled her helmet back on. "I’ve only got the one of these, so I hope you don’t mind the windblown look."

[rememberpetite]

"De windblown look ain't a problem, cherie." He took a step beside the bike, taking another look at the seat that was soon to be his. Remy pulled his beanie a bit lower over his head, taking a step over the bike and settling down onto the leather. He went to set his hands on her hips, hesitating, "You at least wanna know my name, or are we just committin' and forgettin' any sorta introductions?"

[darknightdaughter]

"I don’t make it a habit to pick up hitchhikers. You also don’t look like the typical person sticking their thumb out here…"

[rememberpetite]

"I try not ta make a habit a' hitchikin'--ya never know who's gonna pick ya up." He takes a look at the seat behind Helena, cocking an eyebrow. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, fingers encircling the deck he'd stashed there--he didn't want to presume, but you really couldn't be too careful.

[rememberpetite]

"Wouldn't happen ta be headin' into town, would ya?"